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[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

Hello? Anyone home?

[Cordelia Chase's voice echoes through the empty shop. There is no storekeeper to greet her, no patrons in sight. Despite knowing better, Cordelia can't help herself. She lets the door swing shut behind hide her, small brass bell ringing with finality as it shuts. Like that, she finds herself on the Astral Plane.]

Okaaaaaay, this was a bad idea!

[She's backing up, hoping the door will bump her back. She could escape then, get back to Angel and warn him of this place.]

Cordelia, you knew better, what were you thinking?! [She scolds herself until her wide brown eyes really take in the gravity of the situation.]

Well crap. Just great. Stuck on some stupid plane, somewhere in some horrible dimension and no one even saw you go in!

[With a frown and crossed arms, she looks over the star scape. Cordelia is not impressed.]

Wesley you better use your giant dorky brain to figure this out and fast! I do NOT want to spend my days here with no salons, no boutiques, no aspirin, and no big broody boss hanging around to keep the creeps away!

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[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Toting his stuffed bear under his arm and a bottle of wine in his other hand (but not presently accompanied by his lion cub), Sebastian looks at the girl, frowns for a moment, and then says,]

The very unsettling things are mostly gone, as far as I can tell. And all the water by the bar is gone too, which must mean the fish have left as well. It's very rude to call a fish a monster. Is Wesley an Intellectual?

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Cordelia stared, first at the man before her, then at the bear, and then back to him again.]

Um... What?

[Okay she is thuroughly creeped out now. What IS this guy talking about?]

And yes, Wesley is an intellectual. Probably one of the smartest people I know.

[Not that she'd ever admit that to him...]

Enough about my friends, who are you and where the heck am I?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Sebastian Flyte. How do you do? [Sebastian offers his hand to Cordelia, as a gentleman ought to.]

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

Cordelia Chase.

[She briefly shakes his hand, but this is a woman of business when it comes to magic, strangers, and otherworldy things. ]

You didn't answer my second question. Where am I?

[A hand goes on her hip for impatient emphasis.]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. [It is a resigned sort of acceptance of what exactly he's staring at.] This place is a bit like the centre of the universe, I suppose, if a centre lead to everywhere at the same time. So perhaps it's like if a centre were a circumference. They call it the Astral Plane.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Well that wasn't very helpful. She sighs. Cordelia was really missing Wesley and Angel right about then.]

Anyone that runs this place that we can talk to to get home?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. There was a man in a hat and a very scared looking boy, but I haven't seen them for a month, I think. It's hard to tell without a sun, or rather with a lot of suns and none that you move around.

[thewomanswit.livejournal.com]

[Irene is just standing there quietly, watching you, Cordelia. Watching and judging your oddly peculiar language and behaviorism.

She sure loves your outfit, though.]

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Cordelia's eyes are roaming the plane. Nothing makes sense, and she almost feels like she's part of some tripped out fantasy. Then she sees Irene in her Victorian era glory.]

Oh no. I'm dead, aren't I?

[She pales, whiter than a sheet, which, by its very nature, should have clued her in that she wasn't dead. But this is Cordy we're talking about here.]

[thewomanswit.livejournal.com]

[Irene's eye reflect concern for only a fleeting moment before she defaults back to her constantly neutral gaze. She walks forward, skirts rustling around her, and places a gloved hand gently on Cordelia's shoulder.]

Now, no need to excite yourself, I can assure you that you aren't dead. Out of sorts, perhaps, and in a place that doesn't make much sense but you are certainly not dead.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[The bustled dress Irene wore was the least of the weird things she's seen in the last half hour but she can't help but comment.]

Yes, because I'm going to believe some lady in outer space dressed in old timey clothes that this isn't some sort of "beyond." If I'm not dead, then where am I?

[thewomanswit.livejournal.com]

[Irene's not exactly sure they are still alive, but considering how assured Sherlock Holmes seemed in that fact, she's willing to believe it blindly.]

This place is called the Plane. All I know is that a great many of us have been directed here against our will, as some sort of experiment by an unnamed power. As I said, we aren't dead, though I have found myself wondering if it would have been a preferable alternative.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Funny enough, but that gives Cordelia some relief. Well, until the preferring to be dead part. Alternate dimensions, unknown powers toying with people's lives, yep, all in a day's work at Angel Investigations.]

The Plane. How wonderfully non-descriptive. Though I'm sure the they behind all of this wants it that way. Ugh.

Is there any way to get home or are we just stuck here? You say death might be a better alternative. To... what?

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[for a moment, Kate can only stare; it's been years since she's seen Cordelia, and from what she's gathered in her own Los Angeles, she won't see her any time soon, either]

Count yourself lucky, I'm pretty sure the monsters are gone.

[she's smiling, through, warm amusement a sharp contrast to the long, battered coat and the military backpack strapped to it, the pistol strapped to her leg, the swords crossed at her back]

And I have aspirin in here somewhere.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

Kate? Crazy cop lady turned rogue?

[Cordelia couldn't help herself! After everything they'd seen and Kate's disappearance from the force, she was surprised to see Kate still alive. Granted it was on some strange plane, but still.]

Look you all badass with that get-up! And yes, ohmygod I would love some aspirin.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[that gets a low laugh] Pretty much, yeah.

[shrugs off the back pack, unzipping one of the smaller compartments] I have stronger stuff, but I try to save it for emergency.

[with a swift flick of her hand, barely visible, she tosses Cordelia a small bottle]

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Cordelia makes note of that, fully intending on asking for the strong stuff if a skull-cracking vision came along. For now though, aspirin does the trick.]

This place has pretty much sucked since I got here. Please tell me it gets better, because if not, I will lose my mind being trapped here.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate falls easily into reassuring mode] It's not that bad, really. Usually you can go back and forth just by concentrating on where you want to be - I don't think we'll be trapped for much longer. And it's not just blinking constellations; people can bring stuff from home. [wry smile] There's a nice bar.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

Someone else said something about not being able to go home unless I voted, but I'm not about to get someone else in trouble when I don't even know anyone besides, like, you here.

[This whole thing exasperates Cordelia beyond belief.]

Well at least they probably won't ID at said bar. [A small laugh. Despite all she's seen Cordy is still only nineteen.] Ugh, I think I need a stiff drink. Or maybe one of those nasty beers Doyle used to drink.

[bonnypiperlad]

[There's a young man walking by, wearing a kilt and carrying some sort of strange box full of buttons and levers. Or, more accurately, the remnants of the box, as it appears it's been cannibalized for something and is now missing bits and pieces. He glances over at Cordelia curiously.]

I've not seen anyone named Wesley about, but there's a wee building with some information if ye need it.

[Jamie motions with his head over in the general direction of the information kiosk.]

I'm pretty sure the monsters are gone, though. Ye should be safe enough for the moment.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

[Another new face, although at least there was something familiar about this new person. His accent, it almost reminded her of a friend long since passed.]

Think it has enough information to get me home?

[Cordelia is hopeful that this guy might actually have some answers.]

I'm less concerned about monsters, those are a dime a dozen where I'm from, and more concerned with getting back to where I'm from.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, well, I don't blame ye for that. Normally all ye have to do is think about going home and ye go there, but...

[He trails off, frowning down at his box for a moment. He doesn't like the idea that some strange lass has been dragged here and forced to into making choices when she doesn't know what's going on yet.] Ye might have to vote first. I don't think the brochures actually cover that, unless they've been updated recently.

[Sorry, Cordelia, but it seems Jamie may not be much help here.]

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

I heard about the voting, guess I'll be taking a look at the brochures. Kind of hoping they'll let me slide on that, since I just got here and all.

[Cordelia looks a little discouraged.]

Thanks for the advice though, at least I have a place to start looking for info.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie wishes he could give her better news, but maybe she's right and they'll let her slide.]

Look, it's not so bad here. There's a kitchen, and the forest is a nice place to take a wee bit of a walk, if ye like that sort of thing.

[He stops and studies Cordelia for a moment. She looks more like the type who likes to pamper herself. Maybe she would be more interested in the Onsen?] Or there's a...I'm not sure what the name of it is, but it's got these baths ye can relax in. Like a...och, what did Polly call that? Oh. A spa.

[visionsinprada.livejournal.com]

Don't get me wrong, I really do love spas, but I'm pretty sketched out by spas on other planes that might, oh, I don't know, be a hell dimension or something?

[Cordelia seemed very serious, despite her flippant tone.]

I just can't be stuck here, there's people who really need me at home.